John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
John Butler (UK)
You're so high when you're on top
You don't believe it's ever gonna stop
You really swallow that invincible stuff
But all you find when you get home
Is all you own is a bag of bones
And the mirror's gonna tell your secrets
This you can't prevent
Mystique's gone with so many other
Phony compliments
As the days turn into nights of fury
You just can't get that special glow
Desire's a friend that you wanna follow
But when you need her most, she lets you go
Ah, she knows what she wants
Takes a slice out of everyone
She's got stories that'll touch your soul
Tells them well, sounds so true
But you stay tough and unimpressed
Having read the book I guess
All it takes to resist
Is to know when you get home
All you own is a bag of bones
Such a night, such a night
Just one night of fun
Don't turn to me when you capsize
Didn't I do all I could?
Ah-ah-ah...
You're so high now you're in love
I must admit it doesn't seem so wrong
Am I dumb or am I just drunk
Ah, you've won what you won
But all you own is a bag of bones
I wish I was on the southern island
With an English rose
Sometimes I get oh so frightened
Of the inevitable
There's a wind that blows so insincere
It knocks the rhythm from my step
Mercy on me, mercy on you
Mercy on the whipper at my back
Oh, she comes around again
Enters with her silent friend
And leaves you alone imagining
That she took what she came for
And you're right there at the front
While she's got the answer in her coat
And you can't tell if you've been or gone
'Cause all you find when you get home
Is all you own is a bag of bones
Ooh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Hey, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Ooh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Hey, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Ooh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Ooh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na
All you own is a bag of bones
Just a cold bitter wind passing by